"Andy, Andy!" My head shot up upon recognizing my name, seeing Grams and Reese staring at me from across the dining table.

"Yeah?" I ask, shifting my glance between the two of them. I notice that they are both wearing the same expression; worry.

"I was asking if anything was wrong," Grams said, putting her fork down on her plate and gave me her full attention. I shake my head and force a smile out, even then it was small.

"Nothing's wrong," I answer, trying to sound a little cheerful.

"You've been spacing out a lot and seem totally down," Reese stated after chewing up what remained in his mouth. I wave him off.

"Seriously, I'm fine. No need to worry," I try to assure them, looking back down to my dinner. My stomach churned on sight at the food, making me feel sick. I pushed the plate away and stood up from the table, earning more looks from Grams and Reese.

"I'm not really hungry, actually I feel kinda sick so I'm just gonna go to my room," I tell them.

"You've barely touched it. You sure you're okay?" Reese wondered. I nod.

"Yeah, just a little queasy is all." With that, I left the dining table, feeling the eyes of them on my back as I left through the living room and went up the stairs, soon arriving in my room. I spin around and fall backwards onto my bed, greeting the ceiling as I moved upwards and laid still.

I knew that they were going to catch on eventually to my spacing out and general attitude change. They were my family; they would be the first to know if something was up. I can't say that I have invoked the holiday spirit since winter vacation started and it was all due to one individual that refused to leave me in peace.

The creep.

I'm still shaken up by the revelation that it was the creep that killed him, so brutally I might add and claim it was for my benefit! If the creep was 'watching' me, which I hope is not all the time, then he should have known that Jake had not come near me ever since he got expelled so there was no point to killing him but...that didn't stop him. Who is there to say that he won't kill again? The fear that he could kill someone close to me has stricken me day and night since reading that letter.

One down, one to go he wrote and that can only mean one thing; he's going to kill again.

I have the belief that it's Gerard he is after now, due to the hate he has towards him but I could be completely wrong. I was wrong about this being just some little thing, it escalated to murder! Things are so screwed up at the minute and I have no idea what to do. I can't tell anyone about it, there was too much of a chance that it could set the creep off and if he goes off just killing anybody then I could not live with myself.

So, right now, this will remain my problem.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, someone was knocking on my door.

"Come in," I say, pushing myself up from my lying position. The door knob turned and the door opened, showing my little brother through the gap as he came through and closed the door behind him. He turned to face me with eyes showing that he was set on doing something, I can only guess what.

"Andy, why are you being so closed off?" He asked. I look away from him slightly, not being able to look directly into his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie, trying to play dumb.

"Come on, Andy. I'm your brother. I know when something is wrong and it hurts me that you can't tell me." It hurt just to hear him say that but I can't tell him. I can't tell anyone.

"Reese, I assure you, nothing is wrong."

"Is it Dad?" I finally managed to look at him while arching an eyebrow at him. Did he mean William?

"If you mean William, when the hell did you start calling him that?" I ask. Reese shifted on his feet a little.

"I just...I don't know. Anyway, it's not about me, is it him?"

"I can honestly say, no and I will never care what that man does."

"So...you wouldn't give him a chance?"

...Am I really hearing this? Is Reese actually thinking about letting William back into our lives?

"Am I hearing you right? You're thinking about letting him back in?" I ask, boarding on a snarl.

"I didn't say that but, it's obvious that he wants to make amends."

"Don't you think it's a little late, like eight years too late?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.

"I know, I know! I went through those years with you but...don't you think it would be nice to have at least one parent?"

"Are you saying that Grams isn't good enough? Uncle Josh and Gregg aren't good enough anymore?"

"I'm not saying that! Why won't you just give him a chance?" Our voices had risen to above normal levels which would normally signal a fight between us.

"After all he did? After marrying that stupid bitch and abandoning us for her! How could you even ask that! You were with me on the subject before!" I cry, getting up from my bed and standing up to fully confront Reese.

"I'm just saying we should hear him out! He did say we were the only family he wanted and he left Bridget!" He cried, his eyes shining, threatening to spill tears.

"After eight years with no contact! Why change that now, is what I'm wondering!"

"Why are you being so stubborn about this!"

"He married Bridget two weeks; count them, TWO WEEKS, after Mom died! What kind of caring husband does that? Tell me that, Reese!"

"You two, stop fighting!" Reese and I halted in shouting words at each other to see Grams standing at the door with her hands on her hips, not looking happy at all.

"Now, I don't need to ask what this is all about because you can probably hear it from the street! This whole thing with you father...I don't what I can say to help the two of you. It's obvious you two have differing opinions towards him and I have my own, I don't want him near you if I'm honest but, it's your choice just don't let it come between you two. You're brother and sister and it's the holiday season, be cheerful!"

After her little speech, she gave us a smile that we both returned. She always managed to stop us from arguing. Reese and I looked at each other, both of us knowing that despite it being stopped right now, the fight about our father would soon arise once more.

As if I don't have enough to worry about right now.

My eyes opened to see my room submerged in the dark. I was lying on my side, all snuggled up with my pillow in total comfort. Soon, there was a shuffle behind me and the sound of a zipper. I didn't move, I didn't see a reason to until the bed sank a little. I rolled onto my back as someone began to straddle me. I looked up and saw Gerard staring down at me, smiling happily wearing nothing but a t-shirt and boxers. I smiled back, not bothering to ask how he got in at this time. He leaned and captured my lips with his, cupping my face in one hand and tangling the other in my hair. He pushed in deeper, changing the kiss to a make out session. My hands wandered down to his thighs, rubbing them slightly making him moan into the kiss.

He parted from me, breathing heavily but smiling like before. He began to lean in again but stopped suddenly, his eyes widening and his breath catching as he tried to breathe. I pushed myself up slightly, wondering what's wrong as I felt something warm hit my stomach. I reach down and place my hand onto my stomach, feeling a warm liquid being poured onto it. The smell of copper and rust filled my nostrils as I brought my hand up to my face and from what I could tell; it was blood on my hand. Gerard fell from me, lying beside me as he clutched his stomach with one hand, trying to stop the bleeding. I grasp his other hand, holding it tightly as tears ran down my eyes but it was no good, Gerard breathed his last breath as his hand fell limp in mine and his chest stopped moving.

I turned my head to see someone standing at the foot of the bed, holding a knife in one hand that was bloody but still managed to shine. I couldn't see their face but they flashed a grin my way, showing their shining down.

"Two down, now your all mine..."

He came forward, reaching out for me but before I could do anything...

I woke up.

I shot up from my bed, breathing heavily with sweat pouring from me. The room was filled with a dim light as the morning sun managed to burn through the curtains. I wipe the beads from my face as I tried to regulate my breathing. That was too real for my liking. Sure, I had nightmares but none like that. None where Gerard died. As my breathing managed to even out, I let out a sigh and look up slightly.

"I need to talk to someone," I say to myself. Knowing the perfect person in mind, I got up from my bed, feeling more aware and awake, and changed in record time. As I left my room and down the stairs, it was apparent that I was the only one up right now so I decided to leave a note explaining my absence incase anybody wondered where I disappeared to.

Instead of my usual means of transportation, I went to use my bike today. Sure, I would get a lecture off of Grams saying how it was dangerous with this kind of weather and stuff but it had been a while since I drove it and I just needed some kind of release. After putting on my jacket and helmet, I mounted my bike and geared her up before kicking the stand and leaving the garage and onto the clear road. The authorities saw to it that the roads were clear of any snow and ice from the severe weather but there was still the odd patch.

I managed to get to my destination in one piece, despite swerving now and again but I was good on a bike so it wasn't too bad. I locked her up to a lamp post before walking through the gates into the open plain that was blanketed with snow. I've been here enough to know where I was going and no one else is here so it was easier to located the one I was looking for. After a minute or two of walking, I stopped in front of a stone tablet, looking at it for a moment before sitting down and greeting it.

"Hey, Mom," I say lightly, leaning over to wipe the snow from the gravestone. My mother rested in this graveyard, Natalia Harrison, beloved mother, daughter, sister and wife. I smile slightly.

"I know it's been a while but a lot has happened. The whole thing with the creep has gotten worse. He killed Jake Hanks; I mean like, slaughtered him and said it was for me."

I had come here before and spoke of everything that's been going on. It was nice to have some sort of relief from this whole thing.

"It's gotten out of hand, I'll admit it but I still can't tell anyone! There's too much chance of them getting hurt. I know it was stupid to keep a secret in the first place but I didn't think it would go this far. I'm just an idiot in general. On another note, William is divorcing Bridget. I still want nothing to do with him but Reese is having other thoughts which I never thought he would but...he's his own person I guess..." I trail off, looking up words to the grey sky and sighing heavily.

"Sometimes, I wonder if everything would be as fucked up if you were here. I know, I know, language but it can't be helped," I said, knowing full well that no one replied to me but I like to think that she might hear me...wherever she is. I groan and fall backwards, landing in the snow while continuing to look up to the sky, noticing the small snowflakes beginning to fall again.

"I want to tell them but I'm scared and if I'm honest, I'm thinking about doing something that could maybe help things but, it's gonna cost me that's for sure," I tell the stone before breathing heavily and sighing, closing my eyes.

"I need a hug."

"Stop it!"

"Tell me!"

"There's nothing to tell, now quit it"

"Not until you tell me what's wrong!"

"Gee!" I cry again, trying to pry his hands from my side as he tickled me. We were in his room, just lying on his bed together watching a movie until Gerard got stick of me denying that anything was wrong. He had invited me over for the night and since Reese and I were prime for another round, I decided to take him up on his offer but my attitude had remained the same; quiet and not really all together.

"You can tell me anything and yet you force me to use drastic measures!" He said, wrapping his legs around me so I couldn't get free. I was facing him so it was easier for him to tickle me.

"They are for nothing because nothing is wrong!" I lie through my teeth, literally. Gerard finally stopped tickling me, allowing me to breath but maintained his position.

"Why do you keep saying that? You've been acting strange since...you know, that day at the hospital. Does it still bother you?" He asked me, moving in closer so our noses brush together. I couldn't help but blush at the contact, feeling safe for once.

"Not really, I mean, it's no skin off my nose. Gee, seriously, nothing is wrong. You know I would tell you if something was up," I say, smiling a little. I hate lying to Gerard most of all. If he found out that I had been lying all this time, it would hurt him so much. He had so much trust in me and I in him but, I can't tell him this.

"Alright, honey. If you say so," He says before bringing his lips to mine for a kiss. It was quick but nonetheless sweet all the same. He came closer once again, wanting more until there was a shout from upstairs.

"Gerard! Your food is here!" Donna cried. Gerard sighed slightly, unwrapping his legs from me and getting off the bed.

"Another two minutes and we could have gotten it for free," He said, smiling over his shoulder to me. I tilted my head at him as he walked to the door.

"Aren't you going to put on any pants?" I ask, referring to the fact Gerard was in just a black t-shirt and boxer shorts. He shrugged.

"The woman bred me, she has seen me naked plenty of times so I hardly think she would bother with this," He grinned. I shake my head at him as he went upstairs to get our pizza. I was about to go under the covers until my phone began to sing for my attention. I reach over to the shelf at the head of Gerard's bed and answer it.

"Hello?"

"I can only guess where you are right now." My blood turned cold as I heard the voice of the creep on the other end.

"So you do have my number," I say in a low voice as to avoid anyone hearing.

"Of course I do. It would be a problem not to. Now, about that boy..."

"You already killed someone; can't you just leave Gerard alone?" I plead.

"I'm afraid I can't. He'll only hurt you."

"He has never done anything of the sort."

"They all end up hurting you eventually, you know that."

"Just please don't hurt him," I beg.

"He'll only prove a bother like that other boy. He's merely a technicality..."

"What if I get him to leave me alone?" There was a pause at the other end.

"...Go on."

"I'll...I'll leave him. I'll dump Gerard if you promise you won't hurt him," I offer. It's the only thing I can think of at the moment.

"Alright, if you leave the boy then I'll not hurt him in anyway," He said.

"Promise. If you care about me then you'll promise," I say, using his twisted feelings to my advantage.

"I promise that I will not hurt or kill him if you leave him. Remember, I'll be watching." The phone soon went dead on his end, just as Gerard had returned with pizza in hand.

"I have food! Oh, who called you?" He asked, smiling at me. I stuttered for a minute before tossing my phone back onto the shelf.

"Just Grams calling to make sure everything was alright," I said, trying to sound perfectly normal which Gerard believed.

"Oh, okay. Well, move over!" He said, forcing me to move over as he sat beside me and placed the pizza boxes in front of us. He wasted no time ripping the top of the box and grabbing a slice, taking a bite from it but cheese ended up dangling from his mouth as he pulled the slice away.

"Classy," I comment, making him seem confused before realizing that cheese remained on his chin. He giggled slightly before scooping it up with a finger and popping it into his mouth, looking rather cute.

Oh god, what the hell have I just done?

...Oh my bloody god, I hate this chap! I'm sorry it's so crap right now and total fillerish, I am really sorry! Right, so Andy has poor decision making skills and now had a big decision to make; stay with Gerard and threaten his life or leave him and ensure his safety while hers may be in danger. Well, you're not going to find out right now, sorry for that as well. Like I said before, I have been incapacitate for a while now so I ended up trying to draw a pic for this fic...it's shit but I believe I will show it to you next time...as I try to fix it up. Anyways, thank you for reading, subbing, favoriting(don't care if it's not a word, I'm tired and my dog won't STOP SNORING!) and reviewing and again, sorry for the crapness(again, don't care if it's not a word, this is my FIC!) and I'll see you all next time.

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